| When I walk along your city streets and look into your eyes,
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| When I see that simple sadness that upon your features lies.
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| If my spirit starts to sink, it comes as no surprise,
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| it’s been a long way from anywhere like heaven to your town, this town.
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| There’s a pasture in the countryside I used to call my own.
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| There’s a natural pillow for my head, the grass there’s overgrown, yes and no.
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| I think of that place from time to time when I want to be alone,
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| it’s been a long way from anywhere like heaven to your town, this town.
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| Now, people live from day to day, but they do not count the time.
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| They don’t see the days slipping by and neither do I.
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| Now, people, they live from day to day, but they do not count the time, no.
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| They don’t see their days slipping by and neither do I.
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| When I walk along your city streets and look into your eyes,
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| When I see that simple sadness that upon your features lies, I see lines.
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| If my spirit starts to sink, it comes as no surprise,
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| it’s been a long way from anywhere like heaven to your town, this town. |